In the end
Like a breeze she just went past Leaving the traces and treasures Of glory and ruin, the saga so rich which can never be counted or measured. The windows which were my source of light , are closed, its deep and dark, for the trip to wilderness, I embark. They say shut doors open to hope Ready to meet the rays. Eras have gone by tracing the ways, the footprints of spring and of felicity. Nothing scares me as the fear of the dark, the light is there but behind the scenes. The shadows of my mighty past haunt and entice, I bear the burden of the others What I was and what I have become. I fought back but all in vain, It was just too late. What slipped out like sand beneath my feet would never return, Steady pace and desire to get through will forever race and run. repentance is my only purgatory, The journey though would become an enduring chronical in history.